Madness

A misunderstood prodigy

With an adequate lack of mercy

A master of philanthropy

With a disdain for humanity

Hale to the victim

And bear silent witness

Exorcise his demons

And his wretched sickness

Rumination of a flickering switch

A thousand empty sparks

Wrought from broken circuits

Crafted in truant darkness

Begrudged by minutes of monotony

Haunted by the wanting and waiting

Palatible to those accumstomed to

The bitter taste of fleeting sanity